The Heartwood konaiseiko

Shiv soared ahead, just above the wolf's head height, occasionally landing on stray tree branches and hopping in a circle as she watched and waited for the girl to catch up. While the wolf was probably searching for something a little more at her level, Shiv kept an eye on the canopy overhead, looking for a tree that would be sturdy enough to support the weight of the female. She wasn't sure how much wolves weighed, though it would certainly be more than at least ten of herself! Shiv and her previous flock had experienced first-hand how weights effected tree branches, especially thin ones. She gurgled fondly at the memory and how her and her hatch mates had had an impromptu flying lesson that day, thanks to the unforgiving tree.

The magpie suddenly glanced down as her companion called out, her slender legs resting upon a large tree stump. Giving a happy squawk, Shiv swooped down and landed on it, tapping it with her beak and walking around in a wide circle. It seemed sturdy enough. Not as high as she would have liked but it would do — it was the girl's first lesson, after all. "Good, yes, yes," the bird said with a nod, before tilting her head as she stared down at the silvery wolf as she spoke, gaze flicking to her paws then back to her eyes again. Indeed, flying took a while to master, though Shiv didn't doubt the female's abilities.

"Up?" she chirped after a moment. It was both a demand and a question, wondering if the girl could in fact jump upon the stump so she could be at a proper height to start her lesson.